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"Beyond space, avoiding the inevitable, this is the means of a saint!"

Under such a rapidly changing fight, everyone had no time to open their mouths. They could only flash such a thought in their hearts, and felt that the time around them was infinitely stretched. They could even clearly see Zhao Yu's right fist. The densely packed, rune-covered scales, as well as the edge of Murong He's fingering sword that kept puffing forward.

But then they saw Zhao Yu's unparalleled handsome face, the brows that were originally tightly frowned suddenly relaxed slightly, and at the same time, the dark night sky was surging in all directions, directly tumbling up and down like boiling.

Everyone in the city has a feeling that this night is deeper, this darkness is thicker.

The Radiant Army and the taboos in the Dire Division all know a truth, once the sun sets and darkness falls, this night will belong to the Night Stalker, and the latter exists to tell the world that those frightening nightmares are all it is true.

Then, behind Zhao Yu, suddenly opened a pair of extremely huge night demon wings that covered the sky and covered the sun, and slammed them backwards, stirring up the entire dark night. The balance between the kingdoms of the silver ancient ruins.

On the body of Zhao Yudi's flying robe, the momentum doubled, and behind the silver kingdom, the entire night sky seemed to form a pair of night demon wings, flapping backwards.

"Supernatural powers, hunting shadows in the dark!"

For the first time, Murong He's calm eyes fluctuated violently, because the speed and power of Zhao Yu's third punch instantly increased by a full [-]%, and then he took the lead in bombarding Murong He's finger sword with infinite power. above.

The dark tide is raging, and the infinite murderous intent erupts unreservedly in the night!

The punch of the young emperor carrying the power of the entire boundless darkness exploded the entire air and void in front of him, as well as the incomparable pure and incomparable sword law that Murong He stabbed out.

Countless dense space cracks spread in all directions, as if a huge spider web was woven in the night sky, and then the roar of mountains and tsunamis almost shattered the entire sky.

In the wide area city, all the people who saw all this, the boss with their mouths open, let the bean-like raindrops hit the face looking up, and even forgot to breathe.

After a while, they slowly spit out the breath in their chests, and then an unbelievable voice murmured:

"Your Majesty, he actually threw Murong He into the Hidden Sword Lake with one punch!"

As soon as this voice came out, there was a continuous burst of air-conditioning sounds one after another.

Because in the sky above Wanjian Mountain at this time, Qinglian Kingdom is like a meteor falling down, only the silver scorching sun stands proudly in the void.

With the silver kingdom as the center, the original 99 miles of blue sword energy shattered, exploded, and annihilated from the inside out, exuding the last blue light, illuminating the entire night sky, beautifully.

Under Zhao Yu's punch, a scene that everyone will never forget appeared in the sky above the entire Metropolitan City.

A magnificent firework!

Chapter 0754

Not long after Xushi punctual, in the sky above Guangyu City, under the rainy night, nine hundred and ninety-nine miles of sword energy flickered on and off, illuminating the entire night sky and also illuminating the ancient city shrouded in heavy rain.

It was less than a hundred breaths since the young emperor brought the pure silver kingdom from Shenjing City to Wanjian Mountain in the wide area city, and the direct confrontation between Zhao Yu and Murong He was only a few dozen breaths.

But within these tens of breaths, four dazzling and colliding lights erupted on the entire Wanjian Mountain, and four deafening whistling sounds of space shattering erupted.

Within these tens of breaths, the nine hundred and ninety-nine li Qinglian sword energy first turned into a galaxy-like heaven and earth grinding disc, but then was directly burned by the world-destroying demon flame, and finally annihilated, shattered, and dissipated into a dazzling cloud of smoke.

In these tens of breaths, Murong He used his finger as a sword and stabbed three times, Zhao Yu clenched his fist as a hammer and punched three times.

However, it was because of the young emperor's three punches that the entire Guangyu City seemed to be choked by the throat at this time, and there was no sound, and no one spoke.

Only silence and silence can express the inner turmoil of all the people watching the battle at this time!

Above the sky, the torrential rain that never abated in the slightest fell on the cobbled roads of the Metropolitan City, making an incomparably clear rushing sound, and those practitioners in the majestic heavy rain looked up at the sky above. The silver sun hanging alone in the sky, in addition to horror and awe, there is deep puzzlement in his eyes.

Because Zhao Yu, with the force of a thunderbolt, beat Muronghe with three punches, the strongest swordsman in the world, and the sharpest sword directly blasted into the clouds. The power of the young emperor far exceeded all of them's imagination.

Practitioners all know how important it is to take the lead in the fight of a powerful fighter with similar strength, which means occupying the illusory but crucial position in this holy battle!

"Your Majesty will of course choose the time for this holy battle at night, because for both me and Your Majesty, night is the home field!"

Above the black dragon soaring in the sky of Wanjian Mountain, in a thick night, the young voice belonging to Yeyi sounded softly, with uncontrollable excitement, because as the Night Demon King, he could clearly see the surrounding area. The boiling and fury of the night.

The roar of the night is silent, only the Night Stalker can clearly hear it!

Zhao Yu heard this roar, as well as the power that kept penetrating into his body from all directions, then he lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes staring at the Burial Sword Lake below, where the lake burst and had not calmed down.

Just now, Murong He, together with the Sword Dao Qinglian Kingdom under him, was bombarded down in the void like a shooting star, smashed straight into the lake, and stirred up a thousand layers of huge waves.

The entire sky on Wanjian Mountain suddenly fell into a brief silence, but everyone knew that this was a little tranquility before the storm.

In fact, compared to the ordinary monks who were in shock throughout the city, the great masters above the cranes soaring in the night sky undoubtedly felt much more horrified in their hearts.

Laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway. For these great masters of the birth and death realm, the levels they can come into contact with are completely different, and because of their understanding, they are even more awed by what they say.

Da Riwu Zong Luyao looked at the young emperor stretching the huge night demon wings in the front of the country, and opened his mouth softly, and then the old voice of inquiry sounded:

"In the three fists that His Majesty threw out just now, there are a total of three Dao laws, right?"

Lu Yao's inquiry sounded unbelievable, but then Chu Zhengyang, who was beside him, shook his head slightly, and responded softly:

"Sect Master Lu, there are not three types, but four types. In addition to the law of destruction in the dark red scorched earth, the law of defense above the scale runes, and the law of night surging in the night at this time, there are also hidden A kind of raging flame, with the power of psychedelic and heart-burning, this kind of law, I can't name it."

Chu Zhengyang's mellow voice fell, and all the great masters fell into silence. For all the monks on the vast land of Shenzhou, the laws under this world are the goals they have been pursuing all their lives However, Zhao Yu, who was so young in front of him, swayed four strokes wantonly in every gesture.

Under such a strong contrast, these great masters could only sigh in their hearts, unable to open their mouths for a long time, but the silence did not last long, and the voice of the silver-haired old woman from the master of Taoist Palace Potianyuan sounded directly:

"Everyone, His Majesty, he has entered the lake, and that is the home field of Murong He and the inheritance of swordsmanship!"

After finishing speaking, under the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yu, who was flying in a dark golden robe, slowly landed from mid-air, and then stepped firmly on the still undulating, rippling Burial Sword Lake.

Since then, a sigh resounded through the sky in the entire city, because once the young emperor sets foot on the Burial Sword Lake, they will not have the chance to see each other for the specific situation after this holy decisive battle. What a great pity it will be ?

"Let's go, I'll go to Wanjian Mountain, even if it's closer!"

In the ancient city under the heavy rain, someone yelled, and there were loud voices of echo, and then one monk after another turned into black shadows and galloped towards Wanjian Mountain in the west of the wide-area city.

Ever since the first monk crossed the west gate of the wide-area city, under the rain in the city, the number of monks rushing to the west continued to increase, and then the whole city began to boil.

However, these monks are doomed to miss this follow-up battle, because Wanjian Mountain has been completely blocked by the Fourth Army, and the people who are really lucky enough to watch this world's most peak holy battle, except those who are on the Sky Crane and the Black Dragon In addition to the great masters and taboos holding the formation, there are also people from the main hall in Sitian Pagoda in Shenjing City who are closely watching the mountain and sea map on the top of the pagoda.

On the top of the Sitian Pagoda, the intensely interlaced lights and shadows on the huge map of mountains and seas foreshadowed the fierceness of the battle. Hundreds of imperial court cultural relics and officials stand in the same order as they were in the early dynasty, looking up at the top of the tower with solemn expressions.

And directly in front of those officials, a beautiful figure in a palace costume sat firmly.

Rouge gently stroked her slightly protruding pregnant belly with one hand, and gently held the handle of the chair beside her with the other, her face was calm.

She didn't speak, just stared at the top quietly, even the sound of her breathing was extremely steady, and in the feeling of everyone in Sitian Tower, the aura emanating from this girl who is the mother of the world can make everyone All of them calmed down unconsciously.

This is a charm that is extremely difficult to describe in words. Rouge didn't make any movements, but as long as she is sitting and there, there is a stable backbone in the entire Sitian Tower.

Because not only Zhao Yu is constantly learning how to become a great emperor, Rouge is also growing towards a great empress.

Chapter 0755

Wanjian Mountain, Burial Sword Lake, heavy rain.

All the original visions in the sky had dissipated, and the shattered space cracks were also quickly filled under the laws of Shenzhou Haotu, leaving only the silent night roaring and roaring under the torrential rain.

Zhao Yu's not burly body stood on the Burial Sword Lake, and the silver ancient relic country that had clearly appeared around it slowly disappeared. Down, constantly swaying.

At this time, in the entire Buried Sword Lake, countless blue sword qi rose up from the bottom of the lake, covering the entire void of the lake in an instant. It has been completely condensed into a substantive mist.

The Burial Sword Lake on the top of Wanjian Mountain is the foundation of Kendo inheritance for countless years, and it is Murong He's well-deserved home field!

The dark blue cloud of sword energy began to slowly drift outward from the center of the Burial Sword Lake, but Zhao Yu and Muronghe were not the only ones on this Burial Sword Lake.

On the shore of Burial Sword Lake, a figure in white monk clothes stood in the heavy rain.

Zhao Yu turned his head and looked around, the girl on the shore burst into tears instantly, and tears flowed down from Jiansheng's eyes, and the eyes of the same girl were dim.

Then the girl stared at the still calm face of the young emperor, knelt down slowly, put her hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily, again and again.

Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance, his breath was weak, and the fire of life was almost extinguished. Jian Sheng, who kowtowed silently, had deep complexities flashed in his black eyes, and then slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Jiansheng, all this is not your fault, you don't have to be like this, it's all because of luck."

After the calm emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu then raised his head and looked at the deep and extremely dark night sky above. After concentrating for a few breaths, he continued to speak:

"I once said that everyone has their own choice, but the choice is really not an easy task, because sometimes, even this way of heaven is persecuting you!"

"I, Muronghe, can't be forced by anyone, not even this way!"

Before Zhao Yu's Huanghuang Emperor's voice fell, a middle-aged man's resolute voice sounded directly above Buried Sword Lake, but even faster than this voice was a blue light that could not be caught by the naked eye.

Inside this blue light is a person!

The countless green energy above the entire Burial Sword Lake suddenly surged violently, as if it was directly split into two halves from the middle, and then the green light ignored the existence of space, and appeared directly in front of the young emperor, and within the light, wearing a coir raincoat Murong He once again linked his two fingers together to form a sword, and directly stabbed out.

Fighting with great power, life and death are but a blink of an eye!

In the next moment, Zhao Yu's dark golden imperial robe flew backwards on the lake, and his fingered sword directly pierced the young man's chest, but Murong He's face showed no joy, and he stepped out with his left foot in an arc. The whole figure turned sideways in an instant, with his left hand held empty, he pulled out a blue sword soul from the void, and stabbed the sword again at the void in front of him.

"Wanjiange, double sword flow!"

"Ancient taboo supernatural power, illusion!"

Until this time, Zhao Yu's phantom avatar pierced by Murong and the finger sword shattered like a bubble, and at the same time, the entire surrounding void, centered on the former's finger sword, shattered in all directions like glass, crawling all over the place. Dense spider webs.

But on Muronghe's other side, under the edge of the cyan sword soul, the dark night void that was originally empty seemed to be torn apart by someone directly to the two sides, and there was a touch of orange red that people couldn't look directly at.

This orange red is the blazing sword formed by the fusion of the most violent magma and flames in the depths of the region. It also has another name, Yan Ren!

Ancient taboo supernatural power Yan Blade!

Muronghe is the leader of the swordsmanship on the vast land of Shenzhou, and the king of ten thousand swords. In other words, the ordinary sword soul in the hands of Daxia cultivator is born to be suppressed, but at this time the Yan blade held in Zhao Yu's hand , from the depths of the older, higher-level doomsday hell.

So this is a sword that Murong He has never seen before.

Yan Ren, stabbing out is the end!

The pure and sharp Shenzhou Haotu kendo law and Yan Ren's sword are directly pierced in one place. On the entire Buried Sword Lake, endless doomsday flames exploded outward, sweeping all directions, and a large amount of lake water was directly evaporated into billowing water vapor. Together with the billowing flames, it looks like a volcano erupting violently, clearly visible in the distance.

In the west of Guangyu City, those cultivators who were rushing out of the city gate and rushing towards Wanjian Mountain stopped at the same time when they saw this.

Yan Ren's right hand held by Zhao Yu was steady and powerful, and the doomsday flames blazed on Murong He's body wearing coir raincoats, but the latter's ordinary face was full of confidence, and then his voice rang out from Zhao Yu. Yu Erpan:

"Your Majesty, your strength is beyond my imagination. I don't even know how many laws you have. This is undoubtedly frightening. However, Your Majesty, you and I fight swords. I, Murong, will live by sword in this life. You can die for the sword, and never lose to anyone!"

Murong He's voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into an infinite howling sword cry. The next moment, the shadow of the sword held by his left hand suddenly solidified. The lines on this blue sword continued to appear, like a sword. A green lotus blooms outwards.

If Shan Wenbai is still alive, he must be no stranger to this Qinglian sword, because the last scene of his life is the cyan sword tip constantly zooming in his sight.

Then the blue light above the sword rose and shrank, as if it was breathing in and out, and the substantive green energy floating on the entire Burial Sword Lake was instantly absorbed. Under Zhao Yu's induction, the sword followed like Qinglian usually blooms completely, and at the same time, it also blooms with the pure edge of swordsmanship.

Under the soaring cyan sharpness, the Yan Ren great sword in the hands of the young emperor shattered inch by inch, and even the surrounding doomsday flames were directly extinguished, turning into countless billowing thick smoke, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the thick smoke, after piercing Yan Ren, the Qinglian Sword continued to move downward, facing Zhao Yu's brows steadily, and the entire body of the long sword shattered the void, leaving an incomparably dark crack in space.

Sword cultivator Murong He will go all out with every sword he stabs, forget about life and death, and never hold back his hands. This is the respect for the sword in the opponent's hand and respect for the enemy.

Therefore, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows at this time, the three green lotus swords pierced with bright cinnabar patterns on the avenue gathered the strongest peaks of swordsmanship in the entire vast land of Shenzhou.

It is comparable to the sharp sword stabbed by a real saint!

Inside the Sitian Pagoda, exclamations sounded one after another, and then Rouge calmly said:

"Don't be impatient!"

At the same time, under the extremely sharp sword, Zhao Yu's eyes were quiet, his thoughts were still clear, and then he stepped forward instead of retreating, and his brilliant voice resounded all over the field:

"Muronghe, I'm not going to fight sword against sword with you. Wanjiange Sword Cultivator believes in pure offense, so today I want to fight sword against sword!"

Chapter 0756 Meeting in a narrow road

If one wanted to find the person with the most number of blows facing that saint level on the vast land of Shenzhou at this time, it would definitely be Zhao Yu who was facing Murong and Jianfeng directly at Wan Jianshan at this time.

Whether it was the finger of the saint who was dying in the early autumn and ten breaths in the city of Guangyu, or the coming of the kingdom of God from the glorious lord above the Circular Mound in the city of Shenjing, the young emperor stood firmly there, transcending time, space, and inescapable. The sage does not step back before attacking.

At this time, on the Burial Sword Lake, Murong He held Qinglian in his left hand, and the sword that pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows also seemed to be so slow, but the green-gold sharp edge that spit out on it, and the sword that tore through the space to form a dark crack Power means that, in terms of killing, this sword has completely reached the Land of Gods and Immortals.

For Murong He, he might never be able to pierce such a sword in his whole life, but at the beginning of the face-to-face fight with Zhao Yu, he had already used it with ease.

This is the meaning of this battle of holy decisive battle, to support war with war, and to be strong when you meet the strong.

A natural sword cultivator uses the great terror between life and death to seize the luck and power to step into another level!

However, what Murong He did at this time was exactly what Zhao Yu wanted to do. The two of them were different in age, cultivation level, and way of cultivation, but they were the same kind of people at heart.

Crazy, paranoid, but awe-inspiring strong man!

In the past, when Zhao Yu faced the attack of this terrestrial fairyland, he could only avoid it with the help of artifacts such as the map of mountains and seas, but time has passed, and the young emperor after precipitation and practice has already used the ability to face it head-on.

Because now Zhao Yu's slender fingers can freely move the vast and mysterious laws between the sky and the earth.

Therefore, the flying figure in the emperor's robe advances without retreating, and steps forward to attack the sword!

The ancient taboo supernatural power, the fire phoenix spirit.

Between heaven and earth, with Zhao Yu as the center, there was a phoenix cry that resounded through everyone's sea of ​​consciousness. After one sound, another sound, and after a total of four sounds, the entire sky above the Burial Sword Lake, which was originally rolling into the rising black smoke, The scorching sun is bright and generous, directly illuminating the entire night sky.